So I think it's been happening for a while now but the big finally noticed I'm not so little anymore I'm not big either.
It started when we learnt about Nixie and I shared my name with her. Keeping her suppressed and trapped was wrong of us and not understanding what we were doing isn't and excuse.
Everything the last few months has been about helping Nixie. I'm not feeling neglected or anything we all knew she had to be our priority we had to try to undo some of the hurt we caused her. And keeping her locked up hurt her just as badly as our abuser hurt her.
It's been really hard for me to help I can't be near her for long because my role has always been to be happy and free and without care. I'm supposed to hide and sleep when bad things happen or we feel negative in any way. But I wanted to help it was important.
So I kept thinking even when I couldn't be near her. That made me get a lot of headaches. The grown-up serious thoughts cause them and they make it hard to think. That's why I don't think I'm all big because I still get the headaches
At some point I realised me and Nixie are two halves. I have all the good emotions and she the bad and that nyx doesn't feel either properly by herself. And I started thinking maybe me and Nixie need to merge before she could heal and stop being afraid all the time.
But I don't want that I couldn't do being scared as much as she is the idea is scary all by itself and I'm not meant to be scared. So I've been thinking about that a lot and I'm not sure how it happened but I ended up giving her a bit of me and taking a bit of her.
And it worked really well. She is able to see past her fear now even if just a little. She is exploring the world not just looking for danger. And everyone is so relieved and were like we can finally start getting back to living our lives like normal but with maybe a new balance.
Only I don't fit the way I did before I've changed a lot and I can't go back to being carefree and little anymore. And the bigs are worrying that we won't be able to be truly happy with me being like I was before. And I don't know who I'm supposed to be now if I can't be the keeper of happiness.
I don't regret it I think its wrong to make one person hold all the pain by themselves. But I'm not a little bundle of joy anymore. I don't feel little at all even. But I don't feel big either. So who am I now?
The Pixie